The laptop battery is running out and I get the notice there isn't much time now and I want to try to get something in about this feeling I have about being taken across the country on rails countless other people have built over the years. I have spent the time so far working, working as hard as I can to get information out that I ant to get out.
I look up and we're going past a recycling center where so much life screams out to me, all of those cars people rode in, all of those individuals experiencing the same thing I can experience, just differently on account of me having my own origin.
But a same origin! I am heading back to Illinois for the second time in a year! I am fighting upstream against a pattern that makes no difference or impact on anyone who isn't me.
At any point, the ability to write the words in this space will go away, but I will then look out the window and try my best to enjoy what I can. I want to know every single place I am heading past, want to know what comes next and how to make it all better.
This will fade, like every other night will fade, and then I am not sure what happens except the rest of this journey and then the next one back. Until now, I will pass through Pittsburgh, Cleveland, and Toledo between now and the next time.
For now, I slowly remove myself from the typing in order to hopefully rest. With so much stimuli, I wish I could keep it going but there are limitations, challenges, parameter shifts.
Would you have it any other way? There is no choice but to comply with whatever needs to happen next.
This hamburger is not going to eat itself.
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